Lyrics:
sent to no return but still was brought back
Nigga threw some slangs at me whoadie I caught that
I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack
and tilt it back
Then I'll drank, drank, drank till I fall on my ass
I just gotta take this fifth of jack and tilt it back
Then I'll drank, drank, drank till
the type you shoot dice with and win dawg
Unless you want to get your ass laid out in Gilmore
He had some soldiers, 'mind me Troy and E-Bags
When they
like Chi-Ali
BLAOW, we ain't got nothing to worry about
Whoop ass, let security carry them out
Watch out for the medallion my diamonds are wreckless
It
in a three room run down shack
At the foot of the hill by the railroad track
Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down
My daddy worked
a jack-ass
Don't give a shit what people talkin' 'bout fam
Haters shake my hand but I keep the sanitizer on deck
Hope I really get to see thirty
Wanna settle
feel)
A young nigga sellin' fruity by the pound (that's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (that's how ya feel)
.45 on my lap, it's
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
actin' up, that's enough
Ass is up, I be smackin' up
We be smacked enough off that Jack and her
They be actin' us, they be actin' us
We actin' up,
beg favors, you're kissing other people's (ass)
I write and produce myself just as fast
Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls
watch your back
'Cause we're after your punk ass
By God, we're gonna jack it
Your journey is small time, and your show is over
You're 'bout as lucky
Nigga this is lockdown
I'm 'bout to whip yo' ass mayne, ha ha
Nigga the bang bang get up
Skip skippin' through the lane, swang, look at Dub
Swangin',
him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
the jack off hour, girl
You requested it and The Documentary 2 is in your ear
And I am the DJ that is gonna sock some soul to your ass
Not the DJ that can
beg favors, you're kissing other people's (ass)
I write and produce myself just as fast
Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls
actin' up, that's enough
Ass is up, I be smackin' up
We be smacked enough off that Jack and her
They be actin' us, they be actin' us
We actin' up,
cause these
Niggas never had it
Everybody's trapped, quick to go to war
Quick to kill your ass quick to jack your car
So if you see some shit then
I
the minute you came by
So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain!
You wanna step up, get your ass touched!
You wanna rap son, get your ass buff!
Try
the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
And all the gangsta ass niggas rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
Firin' up
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
niggas never had it
Everybody's trapped, quick to go to war
Quick to kill your ass quick to jack your car
So if you see some shit then I suggest you
a loss
So I spit like I feel it and dust your junky ass off
[Chorus, Repeat 3X:]
I break 'em off
I break 'em all off
[Verse 2: ]
I got
Slip a nigga that ass and die for the guts
But I didn't panic when them hoes was riding deep
I remained calm just like a g
And as I break them hoes
I'm really the jack of all trades I can do it all
I'm talking about I can do it all pussy ass nigga
Let's go
First off let me start by saying I can do
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